We were both filled with lust as we began to relive the experience, comparing thoughts about every little aspect of what had taken place."But you coul...n't have enjoyed it"? my husband asked in wonderment."No", I admitted. "I certainly can't say that I enjoyed it at the time and yet I did want it to happen and now I am so glad that it did.Most of the markings, that the lash had left on mybody, had more or less faded away after a week or two. Some of the bruising though, lasted longer and I was. At the restaurant, they were shown to a quiet corner table. As soon as they were seated, Taylor slipped off her heel and ran her foot part way up the inner part of his leg. Giving her a look of surprise, he too slipped off a shoe and they began to play footsies under the table.Being at a small table at the back of the restaurant, and having her back to the room, as soon as the waitress left with their order, Taylor raised her foot and started to caress his inner thigh with her toes. At this. We pulled the bed cover up over her shoulders and held each other, our tears mingled."That was horrible" I said and shuddered as mum began snoring heavily."That's not the Polly I know Tommy" she said softly, "We'll leave her sleeping and see what she's like when we get back, that is if you're coming to help me with the furniture are you?" Yes of course I will, do you think she'll be ok though?"Dashing into the bedroom, she threw off the fetish gear and pulled on a tee shirt and skirt, with. She shook her head back and forth, shaking his cock. While she was blowing John, Carol had her hand down to her slit and finger fucked herself. She groaned.John sat back on the bed paralyzed by Carol's cock sucking. His face was in ecstasy and agony. His stomach muscles were tightened and his legs shaking. He groaned and took Carol's head in his hands and started face fucking her.Before he could cum, Carol lifted her head up off his cock and stroked it. She looked up at John, her face flush.